The March Triumphal was being played upon the organs with such thunder-like peals that they made the old edifice fairly tremble.

The entire crowd of people now rose, quite excited, and straining themselves to see everything; women even mounted on the chairs, and there were closely-pressed rows of heads as far back as the dark chapels of the outer side-aisles.

In this vast multitude every face was smiling, every heart beat with sympathetic joy.

In this final adieu the thousands of tapers appeared to burn still higher, stretching out their flames like tongues of fire, vacillating under the vaulted arches.

A last Hosanna from the clergy rose up through the flowers and the verdure in the midst of the luxury of the ornaments and the sacred vessels.